Taking a liberty with my companions, but I can edit if they don't like it.
Her wings are de-materialized at this moment. But she is wearing the spiked collar.

Octavia steps out of the car with Crucible and the Doctor, like a rich playboy (despite his looks ) with a hot chick on each arm. As they make their way to the head of the line, bypassing the queue itself, they come to stand in front of the bouncer screening entries.

She looks at the bouncer waiting for him to just wave them through. But after a moment she says, "Well? We are important people and they are waiting for us to go inside, are you going to let us in?"

<<Taking 10 on Diplomacy(+11) for a 21, when it is time. This is not a Bluff since everything she said is true.>>

Brick

Brick finally shows up after the others, his own tux was probably a little tighter than it probably should have been, but the fit merely pointed to his wealth of muscle, not a bad thing for a bodyguard.

"Sorry I'm late," he whispers to Schmidt. "Had to park the cycle out of sight and change nearby, or I'd have been a mess. Lead the way, 'boss.' "

Crucible plays up the beautiful arm candy, by hugging his arm and playing with the hair just above his ear. Crucible would have changed into a black and red sexy evening dress. If we did not have time to change, she would still wearing the dark red business suit from earlier.

Octavia looks around the nightclub's interior with an almost hungry look and a sensual smirk. She is ready to play the part of a regular in the nightclub scene.

Leaving the Doctor to his own devices, the 'pimp daddy' guise no longer needed since they are inside, she lets go of his arm and takes Crucible's hand. "Come with me to the dance floor, we can start there."

She reasons two more hot women on the dance floor will attract attention, but not be suspicious.

Schmidt whispers: "Actually I was hoping that you could ... clear the way, so to speak. It has been a while that I went to a club and I am pretty sure things changed since then. I am certain you know better how to speak with those bouncers."

ooc: Since Schmidt is not a local and wasn't in a club since the early 1930s I'll leave the talking to Brick for now.

Brick

Originally Posted by Padreigh

Schmidt whispers: "Actually I was hoping that you could ... clear the way, so to speak. It has been a while that I went to a club and I am pretty sure things changed since then. I am certain you know better how to speak with those bouncers."

ooc: Since Schmidt is not a local and wasn't in a club since the early 1930s I'll leave the talking to Brick for now.

OOC:

This could be interesting, seeing as Brick's only social skill is Intimidate...

"Okay people, out of the way!" Brick bellows, shouldering aside anyone who delays too much. He leads his 'client' to the head of the line.

"VIP in tow," Brick says to the bouncer, puffing up his chest a bit and glancing about as if to protect him from unseen paparrazzi.